Growing up in Wichita, Kan., in the 1960s was probably no different than for any other boy in America. Having a bike of your own was very important, and if you didn't have the bike you wanted, you spent hours dreaming of it. That's what I did. I spent loads of time thinking about the bike of my dreams. It would have tall handlebars called “ape hangers,” a long banana seat, and it
